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Thursday, 20 September 2012

The One Night Stand

Tuffy was too tired. The one night stand was
keeping him awake all night. He was awake. Wide awake. He was completing his
office related work amidst the one night stand he had for the night.

The one night stand he had for the day was
literally burning. She was fuming because of the time taken by Tuffy to
complete his work.

Every night the electricity went off and she would just be sweating and waiting for him. Sometimes the wait was
so long that she would just fall down and Tuffy would also crash down. Sometimes Tuffy would hit the hay forgetting about her.

Every night he had a new one. Sometimes two of
them a night.

The first one would just be sweating it out until
he would start off with a new one.

The old
ones would just be the past for him. Just another one which kept him awake the
entire night.

He never used the same one again so that’s how the term 'one night stand' came into existence.

The stand he had for all of them was the same
which was he invested a lot of money. He knew it would never happen in office
and every night from 2100 hours to 0000 hours the electricity would be gone so
this was his only source of entertainment.

His office time would be from 0500 hours to 1400
hours but he waited until 1700 hours and took the rest of the paperwork home. Whilst
going home on his bike he would stop near a housing colony, pick a pretty
looking one, pay, never bargained and come home.

Exactly when the electricity goes he would take
the candle from his bag and fix it on his night stand. He had purchased the
night stand from a handicrafts shop in Delhi. He had a paid a good 15000 rupees
for the copper plated night stand which had engravings from various religious
texts.

So his only form of entertainment was his office work.

Today he just needed one candle as he was going to
sleep in an hour’s time an not wait for the candle to fall of the stand and
clean the wax it sweated out.

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Love writing, the perfect stress-buster. Love writing in favour of the under-estimated and the under dogs. Has written a million anti-government 'policies' letters to the newspapers which never got published. Huge fan of Arundhati Roy. Ardent reader of Indian Writing. Has a penchant for journalism. Human Rights as a career and Dreams of heading the UNHRC some day. Currently co-writing a book on Death